Meltdown

[Revolte]

Heat smogs the room
like a million tiny droplets
of acid poured into skin.
Tears being held back
slamming against the brain
drowning it in pity.
A pure hatred emerged
birthed by sadness and fear
wishing the Devil's death.
Cigarette dust covers
frail shaking fingers
with neglected nails.
And a racing heart stops
for a moment in attack
and slipped into nowhere.
Undead.